We need to cultivate a sense of mystery
…Not to be confused with an unsolved problem;
a mystery is by its nature mysterious
& will not collapse into a solution.
We are unfamiliar with that kind of thing.
-The Archaic Revival,
Telling stories excitedly to Ma & Pa as we
Put away for dinner. Winter.
This familiar garden, softening each time I pass.
The final harvest is saving kiwi from frost!
I meander the garden after our scuttle, before dark.
The sun’s last glow warms the air.
Soon the heat will fade. It is barely five o’clock.
Plucking tiny tomatillos –
Grapes left on a flaming orange-yellow vine, that
Retreats. Into a cold night.
Wither and die.
Back to our unconscious.